They built a hero out of expectationsand what a hopeless hero was hewith sticks for legs he shook when the wind blew,even slightlyand he welcomed the smiles, he welcomed the applauseand he hoped that they'd never forgetjust who they thought he wasthey dressed him up in rich man's clothesand told him he was beautifulthen they expected miraclesHis parents were pleased they went to all the partieshe was groomed for greatness from the time he was youngraised on a diet of televisionhe was taught to listen, kept dumband he welcomed desire and reckless luxury and the world soaked up every drop of drama and insecuritythey dressed him up in rich man's clothesand told him he was beautifulthen they expected miraclesand then one day his admirers just quit himthey packed up their paint and were goneand he stood alone,their beautiful disaster,wondering were he'd gone wrongand he wanted the smiles and he wanted the applausebut no one would look him in the eye now,no one returned his callsthey dressed him up in rich man's clothesand told him he was beautifulthen they expected miracles